Li He smiled, smiling very proudly, but revealing a little bitterness.

Song Qian, you're finally dead!

I've been waiting for so long, you're finally dead!hahahaha-

Li He propped up his numb body and left the wine shop step by step.

Laughter lingers all the way.

With a wave of his hand, he closed the door of the liquor store and closed the guests.

"See? He really wanted him dead. Looking at it without worry, He Zhidrunk next to him said.

"Auntie, is Song Qian really dead?" He Zhidrunk was a little numb, for the first time in nineteen years, he knew that human life was so fragile, and there was no room for resistance in the face of divine power.

"Yes, he's dead, you see. The carefree tone finally revealed a trace of helplessness.

"Auntie...... How can you immortals deprive people of their lives at will? Aren't the immortals helping those who are poor to survive their suffering, so that those who have done all the evil deeds can get the punishment they deserve?" He Zhidrunk's body trembled.

"Life and death are determined by heaven, since Li He can come to my wine shop, it means that all this is already doomed, I don't regret every dream I built, nor do I regret killing everyone, if God wants to bear these sins, then just come, I am not afraid. The voice of the carefree is very cold, so cold that He Zhizhi feels very strange.

Neither worry-free nor did she pay attention to He Zhidrunk, and went straight back to the inner room, she held the cabinet, covered her chest, sweated profusely on her forehead, and looked very painful.

The lilac light around the body was scattered, like a vain soul, and suddenly a moon-white light shrouded the carefree, and the lilac light slowly retracted into the body of the carefree.

Her carefree expression eased a lot, she brushed away the beads of sweat, panted slightly, and said, "Thank you." ”

The white dog god just smiled faintly, and helped him to lie down on the soft step.

"Why are you here?" looked at him without worry, he was still the same boy as before, but he was much more mature.

"Si Ming said that if you forcibly enter Li He's memory with Zhidrunk, you will inevitably be counterattacked, so let me come here to watch you. God poured out a glass of water and gave it to him.

"He knows everything. He took the water and took a sip, "If you want to kill a mortal with my own hands, he also knows." ”

"Well, the gods know. God said.

"Do you think of any way to punish me?" Looking at him without worry, the divine realm is not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the world, although it is the duty of the dream builder to build dreams, but after all, it is a matter of human life.

"You are the Lord of the Wanton, the only dream builder in the Six Realms, when did you still care about punishment? Over the years, have you done less to destroy people's foundations and lifelines? Who dares to punish you in this world, even the Emperor of Heaven only asks you to abide by your duties, and there is no need to worry about other matters. God said.

"Heh~ The Emperor of Heaven would say such a thing, how rare!" Having sneered, more than two thousand years have passed, and she still can't forget the mistakes made by the Emperor of Heaven in the past.

"Okay, what you need now is rest, I won't bother you, I'll explain where you are drunk, you can sleep well." God lifted her down and covered her with the covers.

Since she nodded without worry and sank her eyes, she shouldn't have taken He Zhidrunk to break into Li He's memory, otherwise she wouldn't have let Li He's memory trap He Zhidrunk.

There is no need to worry about using forbidden arts, it costs Yuan Shen to bring He Zhidrunk out, and even planted a seed in Li He's body, so that Song Qian will not die in vain.

......

......

He Zhidrunk sat in the yard, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and threw stones into the pool with great resentment.

The pebbles crossed the water, floated a few times and sank to the bottom of the pool with a "ding dong", just as he was displeased.

"Young Master He is in a bad mood!" Shen Yan looked at He Zhi's drunken face and puffed up angrily, and couldn't help but quip.

He Zhidrunk turned around, saw that it was a god, and sighed, "Uncle Hey, you are here." ”

God laughed and sat next to him, and He Zhidrunk continued to throw his stones, very sullen.

"Are you still angry that your aunt killed someone?"

"Yes, is she such a god, and she still kills!" He Zhidrunk pouted, very dissatisfied.

The god looked at him, shook his head, and smiled again.

He Zhidrunk saw it and was a little angry, "Uncle, what are you laughing at? Is this funny? She is a fairy, and she kills people, where is it funny!"

"You...... It's best to be quiet, your aunt has just been overwhelmed and just lay down, if you wake her up, she won't help you save Song Qian. God knocked on the head of the drunken elm.

"Quarrel and quarrel, whoever is afraid of whom, if you can't fight, you will ...... me"

"Wait...... Save Song Qian?"

"Well, save Song Qian. God said.

"Really...... Uncle, tell me carefully, my aunt will actually help Song Qian?" He Zhidrunk said very excitedly, and his voice was very loud.

"Hey, hey, be quiet, invite me to a hot pot, and I'll tell you everything. The corners of God's mouth lifted.

"Yo yo yo, Uncle Ao, I've learned badly!" He Zhidrunk pointed at the white dog god and smiled meaningfully.

After staying by the side of Worry-free for 19 years, how can he know that drunkenness naturally knows that immortals cannot turn stones into gold.

In the hot pot restaurant, it was steaming, and Shen Yan also changed into a modern person's outfit - a simple sweatshirt and a pair of cargo pants, plus a pair of canvas shoes, which caused many girls to look back along the way.

"Uncle Hao, you, like my aunt, are old monsters that have not changed for thousands of years. He Zhidrunk brushed a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'll just think you're complimenting me. The god drank the iced cola in his hand, which was very refreshing.

"Uncle Hao, now let's get down to business, you said that my aunt would save Song Qian, isn't Song Qian dead? According to my aunt's character, no one makes a deal with her, so she won't spend her divine power to save unrelated people. He Zhidrunk said.

"This is the business of our immortals, you can't control it. God looked at He Zhidrunk with interest, but in fact, he didn't know how to save Song Qian, neither worry-free nor did he know.

He lied to He Zhidrunk, just to get rid of He Zhidrunk, so that he could have a good night's sleep, and also to alleviate the conflict between the two.

"You really don't want to tell me?" asked He Zhi, drunken and reluctant.

The god replied with only six words: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

He Zhidrunk "hiss", very disdainful, but he was bent on brushing up the hot pot, but it was spicy and unhappy.

He Zhidrunk watched God gulp on the spicy beef in the spicy pot, there was no trace of wave on his face, and he was no longer afraid at all.

"Uncle, you...... Can it be spicy like this?"

"I didn't eat spicy food before, but then someone told me that hot pot can only be enjoyed if it is spicy, and since then I have only eaten spicy pot. God smiled lightly, his face beaming with happiness.